Jottings of a Year's Sojourn in the South: Or, First Impressions of the Country and Its People; with a Glimpse at School-teaching in that Southern Land, and Reminiscences of Distinguished Men ...

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Scholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1859 - 324 Seiten
 

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Seite 284 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the "rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know where'er I go, That there has passed
Seite 6 - It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes.
Seite 163 - As bees In spring time, when the sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters ; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro : or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubbed with balm, expatiate and confer Their state
Seite 259 - reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor/' with other particulars of a like nature, that conduce very much to a right understanding of
Seite 45 - arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green, glassy eyes,
Seite 284 - look upon your lord, And lay your hand upon your sword, ) I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here— Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied !
Seite 122 - The bridegroom may forget the bride, Was made his wedded wife, yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown, That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child, That smiled so sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee,
Seite 265 - not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow ; They sleep with him who sleeps below. • And if thou mourn'st they could not save From error, him who owns this grave, Be every harsher thought suppressed, And sacred be the last long rest.
Seite 45 - old' copy-books. It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters, so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out.
Seite 18 - Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plum-like Cotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they swept with the current, Then emerged into broad lagoons, where silvery sand-bars Lay in the stream, and along the wimpling waves of the margin, Shining with snow-white plumes large flocks of pelicans waded.

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